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Quillsvein1
Jul 08, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

eve

leaning into the summer evening like
a slick coat of glowing oil,
sliding on skates in greased joy
coating shadows aged so
finely by the stubbled sidewalk
the man fading in sync with
the tired sun, growing dim in
the unmade blanket of deep noon
pallid overtures of escaped words
lost in blistered interruption,
the telephone wires and radio
stations. awkward conversations,
the childlike hunger of
lost hound eyes 
 

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barbsdad2003

17 years 10 months ago

I assume ...

you mean, in your last line, lost hound rather than lost eyes of hound. A hyphen, as in lost-hound eyes, might help it. Or perhaps lost hound's eyes? Don't know. It's your piece. And a magnificent one ... at that. Reminds me of a snapshot of a still-life painting, but one that startles/catches midaction. Your writing, though often, I think, rich/complex to the point of being slightly overdone, does not suffer from that here. A pleasure ... and a soothing read. Thanx, Chuck
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Synchro

17 years 10 months ago

I took Ronda's advice

and looked at your work. I'm glad I did....and will certainly read more! Yours in peace, (Cynthia McKinney for president) Synchro